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Perhaps you think me stooping

Emily Dickinson
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I'm not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched the Grave— Do those at Sacrament Commemorative Dishonor Or love annealed of love Until it bend as low as Death Redignified, above?

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